Here we are now dancing, in the underground of love
where dead ends always lingre and salvation lies above
In the outskirts of the truth, it´s easy to pretend
that i´ll be your posession, to own and to defend.
The fragile blind seduction is a short, descieving bound
A heart to heart compagnion, is nowhere to be found
I´d rather see you leaving, ensured no damaged done
Than to have you light my fire, and burn me to the ground.
But if you can be honest, if you know the the art of truth
I would let you pass my doorstep, to bless me with your youth.
If only for a moment, my tortured heart will shine.
I think i´d take my chances, and lay your faith in mine.
